Close to death

I'm exhausted... Just come out from doing some shopping at our local Pick n Pay Super Market with my trolley load of groceries,on my way to my car, parked about 300m from the exit.
I had just answered a call on my mobile when suddenly a gunshot rings out behind me and all hell breaks loose. People young and old are running like crazy and seeing that I too am living in South Africa start running with the stream.
I'm wearing rubber flip flops and soon I leave them behind as the urgency to get under cover is greater than keeping the rubbers under my feet and even bumping my big toe against the pavement doesn't slow me down. I'm running like there's no tomorrow, potatoes are flying, scattered, I can hear how the other persons are stepping on my unions and fruit, it seems as tho everyone just wants to get away from the shooter....
Shopping carts are not designed for a sprint and when taking a sharp left leading me in the general direction of my car, my cart over-turns spreading the final bags of groceries and fruit in the road...
I don't give a shit as long as I can get out of the line of fire with the others. Everyone is running for dear life. My shopping cart overturned and forgotten 60m back and out the corner of my eye I see traffic stopping to give us right of way to escape from the shooter....
A couple of blocks further I come to a shaky standstill and stop the the guy that was on my heels during most of the escape "WTF is happening??" I ask the guy...
He replies: "We are busy with a 5km Fun Run Marathon that has just begun at the Pick ,n Pay Supermarket."


Living in SA keeps a man fit.

Have a great weekend.